Am I the only one who worries that my piles and boxes of books to be read are not as exciting as all the new books coming out? Will I ever whittle down my TBR or will I always leap for that new book at the library that everyone is raving about?
(This grandfather tree in my local forest is beautiful in the summer - you'll often see people hugging it or singing to it. You can feel the majesty of it when you sit underneath it.)